Jimin barely had time to bid his parents goodbye as he hurried out of the door. This was normal for him, he’d wake up late, have less than five minutes to get ready, and have to rush through his morning routine. He threw on a scarf, a thick coat, and basically fell out of the door.
Something caught his eye on his way out, though. On the floor next to the doormat, was an envelope that surprisingly hadn’t been blown away, seeing as it was the middle of a harsh winter. He flipped it over, realising that it was for him. What threw him off, though, was the fact that it didn’t have a stamp. He was pretty sure that nobody other than his friends knew where he lived, and his friends weren’t the type of people to just leave letters at his door- that was why they had phones. He decided to put it in his bag to read later, remembering that he was already late.
Jimin made it to class with a few minutes to spare, much to his joy. He took his usual seat next to the window, and behind Taehyung, while the rest of his friends were spread across the classroom due to seating arrangements.
He thought back to the letter, and decided that he would open it now while waiting for the teacher to arrive. The way his name had been written seemed oddly familiar, but he couldn’t think of anyone who would write him a letter of all things.
*Dear Park Jimin*, it started. It already seemed too formal to be from a friend.
*You might be confused by this letter but please read it. You will most likely find this hard to believe, but I’m you from ten years in the future-*
Jimin could barely contain his laugh as he read that. Who was the writer trying to fool with that?
*-and I have many regrets that I don’t want you to have too. Today your class will be getting a new student, Min Yoongi.*
As if, Jimin thought to himself. If they really were getting a new student he would have heard about it by now. He shook his head, and carried on reading.
*Your friends will invite him to hang out but please, stop them. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but inviting him will only end badly. Become his friend, but for the first day don’t invite him to hang out after school.*
Jimin was forced to stop reading as the teacher, Mr Lee, walked through the door, telling the class to be quiet as he had an announcement. Jimin opted to look out the window, seeing as Mr Lee never had anything good today. It’s only when the class broke out into quiet chatter and Mr Lee left the room that he decided to find out what was up.
He leaned forward in his chair, poking Taehyung in the back, “What did he say?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes as he looked towards Jimin, “I swear you have selective hearing,” he mutters to himself, “he said that we’re having a new student.”
Jimin tried not to let the surprise show on his face, “oh... how come we’re only finding out now?”
“I don’t know, but by the looks of it, nobody else knew either.”
“Do you know who it is?” Jimin asked.
“No, I don’t even know if it’s a guy or a girl.”
Once Mr Lee had reentered, the class immediately fell silent, and all eyes were on the small boy that trailed behind him. His hair was jet black, like the majority of the other students save for a few. He looked down at his shoes, clearly not liking the sudden attention.
“Class, this is our new student, Min Yoongi,” Jimin let out a short gasp, hoping nobody heard, “Please treat him well.”
Yoongi bowed respectfully as the class greeted him.
“There is a free sit next to Park Jimin, at the back,” he pointed vaguely, before turning to start the lesson.
Jimin made eye contact with him, offering a small smile and motioning to the seat beside him. Yoongi smiled back, quickly and quietly making his way to the seat.
Jimin made sure to watch him subtly throughout the day, still dumbfounded by the fact that the letter was true. How had ‘he’ sent himself a letter from 10 years in the future, anyway? It wasn’t as if time travel was real or anything, it seemed impossible. He tried to make excuses, like it was just someone pranking him, or it was just a lucky guess, but how would anyone be able to guess that they had a new student, specifically called Min Yoongi?
When lunch break came around, Jimin thought about inviting Yoongi to eat lunch with them, but before he got the chance to ask, he was already out the classroom. Weird.
His friends came to sit with him, though, which distracted him.
“Hey, where did the new kid go?” Seokjin asked, scanning the classroom.
“He walked out just a moment ago, I don’t know why, though.” Jimin supplied.
“That sucks, I was gonna ask him to join us for lunch.” Jin said, more to himself than anyone.
“We could just ask him to hang out with us later,” Hoseok suggested.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea, hyung?” Jimin asked, taking the others by surprise, “I mean, we don’t even know him.”
“Exactly,” Namjoon interjected, “that’s how you make new friends, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, thinking back to the letter. If his future self was right about there being a new student, then surely it would be a good idea to obey what the letter said.
“Jimin’s right,” Jungkook said, “What if he turns out to be like...” he trailed off, and they all knew who he was referencing.
“Look, you saw him with your own eyes,” Taehyung said after a beat of silence, “you can’t seriously tell me that he would be capable of hurting a fly, let alone become a psycho like *him*.”
“I guess...” Jungkook relented, though he still seemed hesitant at the idea of inviting Yoongi to hang out with them.
The conversation shifted towards a lighter topic. Taehyung and Jungkook were taking about overwatch, while the rest of them spoke about casual things, like what they’re planning to do in the upcoming holidays.
The rest of the day passed by surprisingly quickly. Although Mr Lee usually found a way to extend the day by an extra few hundred hours, Jimin found that watching Yoongi from behind his hand was a great way to pass time.
The bell eventually rang, signalling the end of the day, much to the relief of the class. Jimin packed his things and waited for the others to make their way over to him. While waiting, he noticed Yoongi was texting someone, and he could admit he was curious. Although they didn’t know each other, Jimin liked to know people’s business.
As the others made their way over, Seokjin gathered up the courage to speak.
“Hey, Yoongi was it?”
Yoongi’s head shot up, confused. He looked at Jin, and this was the first time Jimin actually got to see his full face. His features were soft, which contrasted to his eyes which were sharp, dark and cat shaped. His lips were uniquely shaped, a light shade of pink. He looked really good looking, a bit on the skinny side.
“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with us?” Seokjin smiled at him.
He looked hesitant. He took a glance at his phone, as a conflicted look took over his face for a second, “Really? I mean- if you don’t mind...”
“Of course not. We’d be glad to let you join us, right guys?”
Everyone nodded, sending a smile to him. Yoongi blushed and looked to his feet, but everyone could see a smile breakout on his face.
“Thank you,” He said quietly.
They decided to take Yoongi on a tour around Seoul, seeing as he’d moved from Daegu. But before doing so, they made sure to stop and buy food so they wouldn’t get hungry along the way.
They walked along, occasionally stopping to show Yoongi something along the way. He smiled, seemingly appreciative of the fact that people were actually making an effort to include him.
Yoongi started loitering behind, however, and Jimin decided to stay back to see if anything was the matter. Yoongi pulled out his phone and started messaging again, so Jimin looked over his shoulder, trying his best not to be obvious.
There was a text from Yoongi’s mother there, which read something along the lines of ‘You were supposed to be home an hour ago’. He tried to read Yoongi’s reply, but the elder typed too fast. He only caught words like ‘I’m hanging out’, ‘be back later’ and ‘I have friends.’
Jimin quickly made it seem as though he hadn’t been reading the messages as he asked Yoongi, “who are you messaging?”
“My mum,” he answered vaguely.
“Oh,” Jimin said, pretending to be sad, “do you need to head back now?”
“No, no, it’s fine. She just didn’t expect me to stay out this late.” Yoongi explained.
“Right. The others are waiting, should we catch up?”
“Ah- yeah... sorry.” Yoongi said sheepishly.
“It’s their fault for walking so fast,” Jimin said.
As they walked around the city, the others asked Yoongi questions such as how his family was, and if he preferred Daegu or Seoul or whatever. His answers for everything seemed pretty vague, Jimin noted.
“Why did you move to Seoul?” Taehyung asked.
An expression of sadness overtook Yoongi’s face, but only for a second as he replaced it with a small smile, “my mum. I guess she wanted a change in scenery or something. She’s always been pretty rash when it comes to decision making. One day she was fine with Daegu and one day she was up and getting ready to leave.”
“Wait, so you moved just like that? No warning?” Seokjin asked.
Yoongi nodded, “I came home from school one day and the whole house had been packed, and the train tickets for Seoul has already been bought.”
“Wow, I would’ve been so angry if my mum did that,” Hoseok commented.
“I was, but she just pretended like everything was okay, so I guess I got over it pretty quickly,” he explained.
They carried on talking until eventually the sky grew dark, and they all decided to head home. They all split ways, but Jimin and Yoongi ended up walking together.
“Do you live around here?” Jimin asked when he reached his house.
Yoongi nodded, “I live like, 2 blocks away.”
The wind blew, and neither of them said anything for a while, before eventually Yoongi did.
“Um, goodnight. See you tomorrow?”
Jimin smiled, “goodnight hyung. See you tomorrow.”
As Jimin entered his room, he had completely forgotten about the letter until he unpacked his bag. He reread it, hoping that inviting Yoongi to hang out with them hadn’t been too big of a mistake, seeing as future Jimin was pretty adamant on not inviting him.
He shrugged it off, it was fine. Yoongi had had fun, and nothing had happened to him. He was fine.
He fell asleep early that night.